This smutty story focuses on the theme of cheating and unfaithfulness, which can entail a myriad of details and fetishes including, but not limited to, lust-based attraction, illicit acts, feelings of dominance and superiority, betrayal, corruption, humiliation, as well as thrills of a cuckold/cuckquean.

If such things are not to your liking then please do not read further. These are just fantasies to be enjoyed by those who find them appealing.

This particular one is in the line of cheating women, and seducers who get involved.

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It was a warm Friday evening in the city. For many people the perfect time to let go, relax and have some fun. The sky was clear and the moon shone brightly. The atmosphere was light and festive, with bright, colorful lights illuminating the alley.

Two young women stood in a queue in front of a very popular nightclub, bantering back and forth. One of them seemed frustrated and tense, the other wore a big smile, clearly being in a very good and positive mood.

“I don’t know why you’ve brought me here,” Rachel said. “I really don’t think I need a break.”

“Yeah, you do. All you talk about is Bob this, Bob that. I know you love him, but it’s just…ugh, it’s just so tedious to watch and listen to. He’s so boring!” her friend explained with frustration.

Rachel laughed merrily. The queue in front of them was just a couple people’s long by now. About time, too, since they’ve been waiting for a decent while already.

“But it doesn’t bother me. I love him and I’m happy with him,” Rachel defended her beloved boyfriend.

“That’s the problem. Especially since Bob’s idea of excitement is…fuck, I dunno, playing yahtzee and drinking cocoa!”

The beautiful, twenty year old girlfriend laughed again. The queue moved forward in a big step, causing the pair to be now next in line.

“You’re exaggerating so much.”

“See? You don’t even notice it. That’s why the plan for tonight is,” her friend commanded, counting out loud on her fingers. “A girls night out, with you partying hard, without your boyfriend around. Got it?”

“Aye, aye, captain,” Rachel joked.

The other girl rolled her eyes and shook her head. She had practically forced Rachel to go out. For her own good, no less. Having a loving, kind, nice, stable boyfriend was great, but, in the friend’s eyes, it needed to be offset with getting wild at least once in a while.

Rachel was against the idea, but being an upbeat, cheerful person she found it tiresome to continuously resist her friend’s incessant demands. Truth be told, she went on with this ‘girls night out’ idea mostly because Bob was working very late this evening, thus leaving Rachel with not only little to do but also very few excuses to use.

She doubted she would enjoy it in any way in particular, certainly not intending to flirt with other men, being happily in a relationship and all. That was what she suspected she’d have to deal with however, being quite an attractive woman. Rachel was slim and rather short, and she was gorgeous to boot, with long, lustrous hair. She exercised often, usually with her boyfriend, thus keeping a very fit, tight body.

Her blue, rather tight dress certainly didn’t downplay her slim waist and feminine, round hips none, and especially not her firm bubble butt. The cleavage could’ve been more modest, but that part wasn’t the dress’ fault – it was because Rachel was, quite frankly, stacked, with big, juicy breasts men oh-so-often checked out.

The attractive girlfriend remained positive, however. She was optimistic and was, first and foremost, humoring her friend who she knew only wanted the best for her. All she had to do was endure some forced flirting from strangers, try to enjoy herself despite being away from her boyfriend, and try to make the best of it.

“Finally,” her friend sighed.

It was their turn, as some people had just left. Thus, the bouncer let them in without complaint.

Rachel felt the man’s gaze slide over her body as she walked past. She was very used to it, and by now accepting it as something natural and inevitable.

The music was loud, but not too much so. It was upbeat and energetic, a good tune to dance to in rhythm, letting one’s tensions flow out.

“First, we gotta get drunk!” Rachel’s companion announced, heading for the bar.

Club was packed with people, of all the possible variety. Most of them were, as Rachel and her friend were soon to be, drunk and dancing.

They managed to push and squeeze their way through the crowd to the bar. Elbows weaved them through the tighter spots. As they stepped close, they’ve even managed to miraculously snag two empty stools to sit on.

Bartender noticed them and slightly nodded in affirmation. The beautiful girlfriend’s friend placed two orders. She didn’t even wait for Rachel to chime in.

“Hey, I don’t want that many!” Rachel protested merrily, sincerely doubting she would manage to dissuade her friend.

“Nonsense, you need that and many ulus escort more,” she replied, clearly on a warpath.

“What I need is to find my way back home afterwards,” the stunning girlfriend joked.

The bartender gave them their drinks. Rachel’s friend wasted no time in proceeding to get wasted. Rachel followed her lead only after becoming a victim of incessant urging and many annoyed looks.

The drinks were quite delicious and, without a doubt, pretty strong. The initial, cautious sipping of the alcoholic beverages slowly turned into more open, brazen consumption. Rachel felt her body warming up and relaxing, letting go of her tensions, worries and restraints. Excitement grew within her, thumping to the rhythm of the music. And still, between bouts of womanly chit-chat and gossip, her friend kept ordering more drinks.

After some time, a man and a woman approached Rachel’s companion from behind, surprising both of the girls. The friend turned and recognized them as her own acquaintances. The stunning girlfriend didn’t know either of them, and her friend was clearly very tipsy, having spent the last few minutes smashing drinks at least twice as fast as Rachel did.

Amusingly, Rachel’s friend in her drunken state seemed to forget all about Rachel. She felt a bit annoyed being left out of the conversation this much, but primarily she was just laughing inside at how easygoing her friend got when drunk.

The beautiful twenty-year-old took this moment of pause as an opportunity to reassess her state. Her body felt warm and glowing, just radiating positivity, and her mind was full of relaxed, casual thoughts in the pleasant buzz of alcoholic intoxication. Thus, she decided she has had enough to drink, especially since she no longer was force-fed more of them by her errant friend.

“I’m going to the bathroom,” Rachel announced lightly. Nobody paid her much attention.

Weaving through the crowds she searched for the restroom. Elbows helped her carve out a path yet again. When she finally found it, she also found a sizable queue. While she waited, for over a quarter of an hour no less, several men tried to chat her up.

She either ignored them, politely replied she had a boyfriend, or flat out told them to piss off. But, surprisingly, she didn’t felt as annoyed by it as she should be. Whether due to the alcohol coursing through her veins, her positive mood full of energy and pep, the fact that it was that hornier-than-usual time of the month for her, combined with the fact she hadn’t gotten intimate with her boyfriend for several days by now, she, in fact, quite enjoyed the flirty attention of other men.

Since, because of her immense sex appeal, such flirtations happened whether she wanted them or not, to enjoy them was just harmless fun in her eyes. And it just so happened she came here, willingly or not, to have fun. She didn’t flirt back, naturally, even though she was tempted to. Some of the men who pestered her were quite attractive themselves. A happy, long-term relationship, however, was a good enough reason not to engage back, even if she enjoyed just hearing more-or-less lewd comments sent her way.

Finally, she was allowed entry to the coveted bathroom. It was rather messy in there, but still a far cry from being a horror story. Most notably it smelled of sweat and mixed perfumes, for whatever reason.

After relieving herself, she headed back to her spot, where her friend should’ve been…but wasn’t. The stools were occupied by other people, too. Looking around and not finding her, she tried calling and texting her on her phone. It seemed futile, but Rachel was willing to wait a couple of minutes before heading home, so she just stood there, staring at her phone’s screen patiently.

“Hey, seriously?” a voice came from behind her, followed by a tap on her shoulder.

Rachel turned to face whomever had disturbed her. It was a man, a very handsome one, dressed very smartly with a noticeable bit of his muscular chest exposed. He wore a friendly, playful smile.

“What?” Rachel asked, confused.

“Middle of a party-hardy night, and you’re just…standing with your nose in your phone?” he joked, gesturing around amusingly.

“Haha, no, I’m just looking for my friend because she had gotten drunk and went off somewhere,” she laughed and explained. A bit too thoroughly, perhaps, but he was really, really good looking.

She might’ve already gotten more tipsy than she had thought.

“Oh, right, so now I’m forced to keep you company until she returns, yeah?” he asked, making a face as if he really didn’t want to do that.

Rachel laughed again, finding him pretty funny.

“I wouldn’t go that far, I was getting ready to leave actually.”

“Really? This early? Why did you bother coming in here in the first place, then?” he joked, raising his eyebrows questioningly.

“It was my friend. She forced me to come and have fun. Supposedly my boyfriend is making me boring,” she answered, curious to see his reaction.

“Yeah, yenimahalle escort she’s right. He’s totally making you boring!”

“Whaaat? You don’t even know him. You don’t even know me!” Rachel laughed incredulously. She couldn’t help but find this stranger charming, funny and easygoing.

She accidentally checked him out, just for a split second. He looking really good, fit and dressed in those very flattering clothes of his.

“Crap, that’s a problem. Alright, drinks are on me and let’s get to know each other,” he announced confidently.

“I don’t think my boyfriend would like that,” she replied, smiling.

“Too bad, he’s not here, being boring and all. I’m just saying – you came here to have fun, so that’s what you should do. Otherwise your friend is going to kill you, am I guessing it right?”

Rachel felt a twinge, just the tiniest jolt of excitement as this very attractive stranger suggested she, a happy, loving girlfriend of a couple of years, should ‘have some fun’ with him behind her boyfriend’s back. And he was kind of right, her friend would definitely get mad if Rachel were to leave. She might’ve just been distracted by her friends, then couldn’t hear or feel the phone vibrate, then was busy looking for Rachel…the possibilities were many.

“Fine. But just one drink, I’m tipsy enough,” Rachel relented. She felt comfortable in his presence and, unlike other men this evening, he didn’t make lewd and outright rude comments towards her.

The man smiled brilliantly and extended his hand.

“Jack, pleasure to meet you.”

“Rachel,” she extended her own.

He had a strong, firm grip. It lingered just a bit longer than it was appropriate.

“I’m actually the club owner here,” he stated matter-of-factly.

She raised her eyebrow in surprise.

“Oh, really? Can you prove it?”

“I can show you the VIP rooms upstairs, if you’d like,” he said, smirking, his voice with a insinuating undertone.

“I think I’ll pass. Do club owners often hit on their guests?” smiling, she asked challengingly.

“Who’s hitting?” he frowned, acting insulted. “I’m just entertaining a VIP!”

Rachel laughed at his wild, amusing facial expressions. She liked men that were expressive and lively. Handsome, too. He made her giggle and laugh, and she felt comfortable with also a sort of gentle excitement fluttering deep inside her. But all that was just innocent, purely platonic fun. Partaking in it was just an accidental opportunity, nothing else, nor would it go anywhere past that. She set barriers very sternly in her mind, as her relationship was important to her and made her very happy.

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Jack was on the prowl tonight, as he often was. His libido was always high, and one of the perks of owning a very successful nightclub meant he had no restrictions in being around young, sexy women, most of which were just determined to party, get drunk, and quite often get laid.

Some women, regulars that is, knew him already. Some quite intimately, and they flirted with him openly and brazenly. Because they knew about him and ‘his deal’.

This evening he wasn’t in the mood for a repeat performance. He wanted to feel the thrill of a chase, he wanted to get close to someone fresh and new. He wanted to feel his heart beat with adrenaline as he would try to convince a woman to want to fuck. In his mind all women wanted to sleep with him, some just…needed persuasion.

As he moved through the crowds, like a hunter through tall grass, he finally saw someone who definitely piqued his interest. Clad in a super-tight blue dress that barely covered her out-of-this-world curves and assets – her juicy ass, toned legs and huge, fantastic tits. She just stood there close to the bar, her downright gorgeous face focused on her phone.

He didn’t know her and she instantly struck him as the hottest out of all the women he had checked out tonight, Instantly he went up to her to say hello. He quickly noticed she was tipsy, and her welcoming, friendly attitude told him he had hit the jackpot.

Then she had told him she had a boyfriend. That little tidbit only turned him on further. Jack immediately wanted to find out whether, by the end of the evening, he would manage to convince her that it was him she should concern herself with, not whoever-the-fuck her boyfriend was.

Why would he want to ruin a relationship? Because Jack was a rich playboy who got his kicks making hot bitches scream as they fucked themselves on his big, hard dick. Especially if they were taken.

Rachel, as the hot knockout introduced herself, just needed to realize that was what she needed most in life.

Jack made a sign to the barkeeper, who then sighed and said something to two fellows that were closest by. Rachel noticed the subtle exchange and watched it with interest.

Soon after, the two drunk men left excitedly, seemingly believing whatever it was the bartender told them.

The beautiful girlfriend was immediately curious at the sudden, strange exchange. She then felt a masculine hand on her back, and instinctively allowed herself to be guided by Jack towards the bar.

“Thanks,” he said to the barkeep as he sat down, with Rachel in tow.

“What was that about?” she asked, clearly interested.

“We needed a place to sit, so I got us one. What do you want to drink?” he asked nonchalantly.

She stared at him in silence for a moment, before ordering something sweet and very mild. Jack nodded at the barkeep characteristically.

It was another of their callsigns, this particular denoting that Jack wanted his employee to be very, very free with alcohol as potent as he could hide underneath the sweetness.

The handsome playboy then proceeded to engage Rachel in a stimulating conversation. Asking her unexpected questions, stimulating her imagination, and slipping more and more flirty comments in-between the casual chitchat.

Rachel didn’t notice how strong her drink was. Distracted by her newfound companion’s glibness, she failed to see how it affected her – how it made her even more relaxed, and even more excitement-welcoming. In the span of several minutes, as her drink kept being emptied, the barkeep wordlessly kept refilling it whenever she wasn’t looking.

And the time kept flying by faster and faster. The beautiful girlfriend got more drunk, and Jack get more daring.

“I’ve gotta say, Rachel, you look hot as fuck in that dress,” he said, sliding his fingers across Rachel’s legs.

Her face was blushing with heat, and her smile was brilliant. Excitement twinkled in her eyes.

“Haha, thanks. My boyfriend alllsooo…thinks so,” she giggled drunkenly.

“I bet. If you were my girlfriend I would do sooo many things to you,” he said, sliding ever so slightly closer to her, his voice more husky.

“Yeaaah? Like what?” she asked, being playfully flirty.

She was just having fun, and her hazy mind kept remembering her being in a relationship a little bit too late each time. Jack had noticed all that, especially her increasing willingness to flirt. He felt his blood flow down to his dick in response to his own rapidly growing arousal.

It was his chance to bring their acquaintanceship to the next level.

“Like getting you onto the dance floor!” Jack blurted out excitedly and suddenly as he grabbed Rachel’s hand. “Let’s go!”

“Oooh!” she squealed in surprise, but without protest, leaving her belongings by the bar.

Jack confidently and with determination led the now-drunken hottie with him. Straight towards the dance floor, where a crowd of people thumped to the rhythm of strong, yet sensual club music. He was very glad there were so many people tonight.

Not only because it meant his club, his business, was doing great, but primarily because it gave him excuse to dance really, really close to Rachel.

Rachel didn’t know why she felt how she felt. Surely she hadn’t drank that much, right? She only knew everything felt so good right now, how the music made her feel alive and energetic. And her companion was so fun! So engaging to talk with. Thinking had gotten increasingly hard for some reason, and she just wanted to keep the good, fun feelings going forward.

“Damn, so little space, we’ll have to dance close,” Jack said as they ended up deep in the crowd. “Hope you don’t mind!”

“Woo-hoo!” Rachel yelled as she laughed and began to jump and move to the rhythm.

Jack watched her fantastic tits bounce as she danced. She moved so erotically and gracefully, which made his eyes greedily devour the sight. He felt his hands tingle with desire.

Rachel extremely rarely gotten drunk, she barely knew or remembered how it felt like. That was why she didn’t recognize early enough the clearly lustful signs and intentions of the attractive stranger she had met. That was why she only felt and thought of how good and full of energy she felt, how much she wanted to revel in it and keep it pleasurably pulsating throughout her body. That was why she thought it was totally harmless and innocent when Jack finally put his hands on her hips.

It was very gentle at first, just guiding her to keep her movements in sync with his, but swiftly, as Rachel got used to it, grew more and more lustful and possessive. He began sliding his hands around more, exploring the exquisite softness of her hot skin. Her thin, blue dress did very little to stop him. With how hot she looked in it, it did quite the opposite.

“Rachel…RACHEEEL!” suddenly somebody yelled from behind them.

“Huuuuh?” Rachel was puzzled as she heard herself being called. She turned and recognized the other person. “Oh, heeeey!”

It was Rachel’s friend, who was similarly drunk and merrily dancing away. Jack didn’t turn – instead he took that opportunity of distraction to finally grab Rachel’s juicy ass and pull her forwards to him. His only thought as his fingers sunk into that firm, tight flesh was ‘Fuck me, I can’t wait to fuck this hot bitch!’.

“It’s sooo good to finally see you let go!” she yelled excitedly.

“Yeaaah, I’m having so much fun!” Rachel responded truthfully, not noticing Jack’s hands greedily squeezing and groping her body.